Ain't No Fun

Popping pills on a nigga, he a crack addict Rolling with the windows down low, a nigga back at it He a bitch, he a hoe, nigga, what's up You a grown hoe, nigga, get your bucks up I got a 40 with a beam that's my .40 cal You got a bitch on her knees trying to pull it out Lick it up, suck it up, damn, bitch Teanna now Rolling with your chain tucked, damn, I gotta snatch it now Nigga praise the Lord, damn, gang we saved now I know a nigga from the boot, he in the bay now I thank the Lord everyday for my well being Without God, nigga, who really finna step in? All this grinding to the top, this shit is hard work All these hoes on my dick, they just gone get hurt Hopping from dick to dick, nigga, that's that street work It ain't no fun if my girl don't let me eat it first My pops old school, nigga tap his pager Fuckin' on these old hoes, they call his ass major He a pain in they ass, they say he player Shit, he got it from me 'cause I'm the major Payne Looking to the sky, damn, the stars yeah they shine bright Looking to the future in my Delorean, yeah, it's aired tight Fuck nigga, duck nigga, finna eat this pistol I got a glock 18, blow you like a whistle You in a jam in that shootout, that's that kill tech He trying to fight until I swing this 40 to his neck Pop 'em in the shoulder like Beth did Rio shit They like good girls 'til they ass get 'em wet Bitch bad, but she broke, that shit turn me off Speaking off the dome Oh, word? Call me Microsoft Talking high power on the net, you doing a lot See me in person, all of a sudden and now you not It's all or nothing, baby, move before you get got None to something, everything I got I bought You pocket watching, steady trying to connect the dots I'm steady dodging all the hate I get in this spot Accidentally liked my picture, now her stomach in a knot What you call it? Fan fiction 'cause they making up stories about how my character is flawed If they was having more motion, they wouldn't be living a facade Got me singing to Kalan 'cause they identity so fraud I ain't got no certificate but I'm magna cum laude The way that I'm stepping, bitch, I need an applause Bitches be talking too much 'til I put they ass on pause Before you do all that yapping, wash that smell out your draws And tell your bitch put up some racks Oh, wait, that's what I thought Keep the shooter in my purse, I don't carry a glock It ain't nothing to call up the homie I know shooters on every block Poured him another eighth, all he sip on is wok Baby, when it come to me, keep it short when we talk Even when I'm off, bitch, I'm always on the clock The way that I'm monitored, feel like a marketed stock I told him how it was, tell me why he so shocked I ain't even got no ass and he still took his shot It ain't nothing for me to lose when I'm meant for this spot Trying to change up my destiny, you must think that you God